{ ` ✧ DYSTOPIA ; HC & KWB ❞ }
It was almost a convenience to find herself in a place that was, most definitely not her humble and closed doors of her happy confinement; her laboratory. The art of potionry manipulated into the mundane world into that of chemistry. Those elegantly manicured digits twitched, folding into small fists upon her tabletop. Eventually the grand woman stood to her feet, dark suede heels clicking against the marble flooring of her own office before she exited the room.
With a dark jacket that hugged her petite frame; locks that curled upon her sides and swayed in the movement of her own footsteps. She was, elegant by all means. Dressed in the top class of all things that were fashionable. Though no smile lingered upon those features, the brightness of her own visage revealed elsewise. Kindness was an adjective misplaced upon her skin. She was a bitter woman with no desire to appear as happy and as jolly as the season foretold. She was, quite the opposite.
Now the elevator she now stood in, brought her to the ground floor; the ding alerted her attention yet she made no visible notice of the notice. Walking outwards and paying no attention to the employees' who's heads now bowed in sequence. But alas, as she stepped out through those doors did the rest of the building rejoice. The foul witch had finally disappeared, and peace was now restored. At least, until a new day.
Snow crunched beneath the footing of the woman in question. Snow and grime that clung to boots that were perhaps as expensive as her entire attire in question. Now entering into the sleek black car that waited for her and drove as soon as her form was situated and seated in such away that car drove calmly without a single hair upon the hood of her jacket twitch.
Moments after, the witch raised a leather gloved hand, halting the car soon after. "Stop here, I have to make a visit."
West of the Moon.
A store that was, perhaps in all her manner unfamiliar and strangely open. Opening the door with a push of a button, the fashionable witch stepped outside her confinement once more and out into the open world of the cold. A shiver ran up the woman's spine as palm pressed against the glass of the door and pushed open the door of the bookstore. Though the shopkeeper was momentarily absent from their throne of a post -- and she was free to wander about the store. For now.
A bookstore? How strange, was her response. Questionable as those blank features continued to observe the entire area; a gaze so observant yet strangely emotionless. To the sounds of footsteps, did she choose not to raise her head to answer.